"Bands" lyrics

When I leave my door, you know I need my bands
If ain't no money to talk, me go home
I leave my door, you know I need my bands
If ain't no money to talk, me go home
Only thing that keep me out in the night (I need my bands)
Don't leave the my account looking right (Me go home)
Only hit me out the best for the dough (I need my bands)
Bread you act like you don't know (Me go home)

Malice flip it and make it tres
If you tripping one of your wicked we make a mess
Give a nigga so many stitches they make a dress
My niggas had so many pigeons they make a nest
Give a F, you don't give a s-, they give less
I grew up where they use the blick, then they get blessed
Call a bluff, it's bliss until them family stress
But I'm real enough to live every day like I could be next
All this pain I endured, the shame that I bare
The strange in my thoughts, the waves in my tears
Until you get the message I'm a slave to y'all ears
I'll probably get the same whips and chains as my peers
Like sneakers on a wire, had to hang for my years
I was scared (Whadup?), nigga I had to bang for my fears
I was cursed with how to learn slang with my swears
I was birthed with a way to find change in my chairs
So from there

When I leave my door, you know I need my bands
If ain't no money to talk, me go home
I leave my door, you know I need my bands
If ain't no money to talk, me go home
Only thing that keep me out in the night (I need my bands)
Don't leave the my account looking right (Me go home)
Only hit me out the best for the dough (I need my bands)
Bread you act like you don't know (Me go home)